the shade of old spectacles -the colour of wheatfields II- (full story)

a land of trivial stories   Through a dirty window I see a blurred city Each light and shadow Tells a trivial story. And I, wearing a brown sweater Stains in my shower From when I washed the dirt of my old life, I contemplate outside that window Almost ignoring the reflection Of my silhouetteContinue reading “the shade of old spectacles -the colour of wheatfields II- (full story)”

I’ll be whole again

From “The shade of old spectacles” I am a spirit I can be nothing more and nothing less So be it.   They’re my weapons against life But they will be my undoing If I don’t discard them soon They helped me when my mother was soaked in juice and her brain was all fluffyContinue reading “I’ll be whole again”

I remember

From “The shade of old spectacles” Blue The warm sea in which some people drown, the clear sky of the desert in which I got lost, the color of my backpack, of the weight of my story, the ink in my diary, the color of a 5-dollar bill you can use to buy things thatContinue reading “I remember”


From “The shade of old spectacles” Frozen You, little prince Standing with thirst in your throat And the witch Your own reflection Clear and still in what’s left of the river. It is time to say goodbye Even if she will never die. It is time to let things be To let her grow ToContinue reading “Healing”

This one is bright

From “The shade of old spectacles” Fresh paint on the walls Sometimes still gives a way for the colours underneath To be hit by sunlight.   Once upon a time, a child with none of those walls Had to pile up pieces of himself To make a shell. Leaving a tiny window whose glass polarizedContinue reading “This one is bright”

They walk away

She cast a curse. The prince ran all the way across the city To a dimly lit park Where he fell down Whilst murmuring the lyrics of his final song Now here comes the encore. A flower that could only watch him break apart Stuck in the ground Through which Giant thorns rose Building wallsContinue reading “They walk away”

Both the same

Wonderful blue and withering yellow Beaten paths and similar patterns in the sky One will find comfort in the dark and sorrow One prefers the stars and a perfect lie Hate and wrath, a windshield against the storm Profound desire for a perfect illusion Together they make a shade of green They weep the sameContinue reading “Both the same”

The prosperity of hatred

The witch The forgotten relationship With a distant past The witch Allegory of a painful reality Poise and composure A dark cloth dragging on the ground A garden a abravise roses Sadness ane desillusion incarnate.   She chose not to care Because she couldn’t bear To get hurt She is scars and she is damageContinue reading “The prosperity of hatred”


Time. It could have been a heartbeat ago When they last looked up at the same moon. But time can also be counted with tides or cries Daily sunsets or the blinks of their eyes. Sometimes can be never and someday could be soon. Time stopped when the prince came back from his journey BackContinue reading “Reunited”